Well it's fifty cups of coffee and you know it's onI move the crowd to the break of break of dawnCan't rock the house without the party peopleCause when we're gettin down we are all equalThere's no better or worse between you and meBut I rock the mic so viciouslyLike pins and needles and words that stingAt the blink of an eye I will do my thingIt's Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spinsLike diggin down deep in the record binsEverybody gettin down make no mistakeNothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8

Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spokenWhen I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoekenWorld is the the spice you bring the sauceYou can kiss my ass you funky bossNow that you got what you want, you want moreI'll be with the hammer and the nail at your doorWith these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel somethingCause I can give you all you needA little beat for the rhythm and some words to readLet me tell you now that's my favorite shitAnd when I got a new rhyme I just say itSo Money Makin Money Money Makin ManhattanSuper Disco Disco Breakin'Money Makin Money Money Makin ManhattanSuper Disco Disco Breakin'